Still Ridin' lyrics - yelawolf

 Since I left ain't too much changed

Yeah, except for the pilot

First-class virgin, wanna ride in purple-violet?

Well stick beside your boy, I'll put a word in

Sneak you behind the curtain while I VIP park my bourbon

If the Slums can't party, then fuck it

We'll take the parking lot and then throw a thirty rock in a bucket

My folks looking like Joe Dirt with that curb service

That LSD trip shit, bitch, is your knees hurtin'?

Blue skies, black suede leather

Bumpin' Pink Floyd in May weather

Windows down on that grey Monte Carlo

Embedded rubber on concrete, leavin' trails on the paved letters

On that Powell-Peralta concave

I kick, push through childhood, I've come of age

Ask me how I'm doin', the shit is gold, really, though

Catfish, really, though, and Billy done did it, ho (Did it, ho)

Yeah, we went from counting the O's in the SpaghettiOs

To countin' zeros, oh, what a heavy load

Stakes are high, but the Chevy's low

We still ridin' (Still ridin')

Yeah, we went from counting the O's in the SpaghettiOs

To countin' zeros, oh, what a heavy load

Stakes are high, but the Chevy's low

We still ridin' (Still ridin')

(Yeah, yeah)

Still ridin' (Still ridin', yeah)

Stakes are high but the Chevy's low (Yeah, yeah)

We still ridin' (Still ridin', yeah)

Yeah, yeah

Still ridin' (Still ridin', yeah, yeah, yeah)

Stakes are high but the Chevy's low (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

We still ridin'

Like a Clydesdale chariot, beatin' these 808s up, up, up

Area 51, Paganistic and alien

No Christian Dior adorns the native son

Drippin' Dixie since '81

Sippin' whiskey since Raekwon spit hit page one

Nerd shit, that gamma-ray gun

That any day come, fuck a rap punk sucker, I'm a bum

Tornado picked up my trailer, I'm in a new zone

How do you go from group home to Luke Combs?

'Cause I'm a Matrix in itself, a true song

Plus I hit the Oracle up, red or a blue phone (Marshall)

Yeah, and I made it with little profit

I got an eye from a wizard because I stake the pocket

Ask me how I'm doing, this shit is gold, really, though

Catfish, really, though, and Billy done did it, ho (Did it, ho)

Yeah, we went from counting the O's in the SpaghettiOs

To countin' zeros, oh, what a heavy load

Stakes are high, but the Chevy's low

We still ridin' (Still ridin')

Yeah, we went from counting the O's in the SpaghettiOs

To countin' zeros, oh, what a heavy load

Stakes are high, but the Chevy's low

We still ridin' (Still ridin')

(Yeah, yeah)

Still ridin' (Still ridin', yeah)

Stakes are high but the Chevy's low (Yeah, yeah)

We still ridin' (Still ridin', yeah)

Yeah, yeah

Still ridin' (Still ridin', yeah, yeah, yeah)

Stakes are high but the Chevy's low (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

We still ridin'